What i did on my vacation for the last ten years took
pictures of your town plaid perfume on my breath i
mean i've been drinking scotch while touring through
your town adultry makes you give things away it gets
you confused adultry takes a one room vacation then
it gets you alone turns into a hoonymoon scream then
you have to change the sheets smoke in one hand looking
for a light martini in the other hand pointing out
midnight now that you pulled the school underwater
and drowned the prom which man will you save for this
friday you can put him in a fish pond and watch him
swim around then have a catholic dinner if it isn't
men it's death it's the same old testament at the cross
her station keeping stood the mournful mother weeping
where my man extended hung driven with nails to wood
smoke in one hand looking for a drink drink in the
other hand pointing out midnight at my desk as you're
sleepng as the big deal of death kills me and starts
leaving everbody asks me how i'm doing i'm doing everything
alone rave on children and try to sleep larks must
sing grave, deep melodies happy that they die the sly
brown fox pulled up a glass pulled up a chair and yanked
out my hair when i tried to sit i fell down when i
woke up he was gone so one has a smoke one has a drink
the man is gone, mary's dead good morning midnight